Artist: PRhyme (Royce Da 5'9" & DJ Premier) Album: PRhyme Song: Courtesy Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro: Royce] Yo, where the other one at? I like this one Just let it go Preem [Royce Da 5'9"] ZL6 'vette, grippin feelin almost there Listenin to Bon Jovi, rollin "Livin' on a Prayer" Privy to the gossip that's been said about me constant It's the life and times of Bumpy Johnson meets Nucky Thompson I, used to rap about death, now I'm only concerned to live I value relationships, still I keep it competitive Nowadays chances are that if you see me throw the match It ain't to lose the fight, it's to walk away from a burnin bridge I'm from a family of alcoholics and coke addicts Daddy taught me if the ass is so fat it's a fact that if you with your hoe, don't matter, it's still appropriate to scope at it Livin life with no balance, drivin drunk on co-pilot Drive it 'til I to-tal it ('til I to-tal it) I'm tryin to stay afloat but I got nobody to throw a rope at it The game is just a game of splits and politics with no ballot All kind of +Clipse+ with mo' +Malice+ than Pusha, if you profilin There'll probably be mo' violence than lookin I'm so stylish, but I ain't talkin eBay - no high end fashion either If you catch me by the runway it's the one that's for the PJ This one is for my lyricists courtesy of my DJ [Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"] {"I can't control it, cain't hold it, it's so nuuuuts"} {"Hustle hard in any hustle that you pick"} {"I, I... I respect that"} I done had a lot of niggaz say they wanna hurt me Somehow, some way, they just end up in my mercy Just show some courtesy {"Hell yeah nigga, you know, niggaz still got it"} {"Believe that shit"} [Royce Da 5'9"] I got killers 'round the way, ready to move that work for me Niggaz wanna ride my wave, bitches wanna surfboard me All I want is courtesy, who cares 'bout the radio? And you can take the cassette deck from off of your old boombox and it wouldn't matter, it's still squares on your radio To keep your wealth, I learned to stay to yo'-self I call Fachard{?}, tell him spray paint a mural in Watts Of me spray paintin a mural of Miracle Watts Shoutout to Michael "5000" Watts I'm on that lean movement like I'm out here tryin to box Look nigga, this is a boss thing, ah Meanin you gettin a laze dot to your offspring, I'm a lost being, ah Try to cross me without fallin off, I'm afraid not I'm a frayed knot like a drawstring I'm preachin to the congregation like I'm Peter Popoff, if you can imagine Me hoppin up out of the cabin like I'm one of the Dukes of Hazard Like fuck it, leave the top off like time for foreplay That last line that was before ya time like Big Ben sittin in Beyoncé doorway While I'm receivin Four Seasons, Norwegian top in Norway Listenin to rappers kick knowledge that they probably got from Torae These Michael Eric Dyson niggaz claimin they king Not knowin the kind of drama that that bring I'ma be the first established rapper to hop in that battle rap ring Turn that to gatling My next album gon' be so dark, and so fly, I should CD package it wrapped in batwings These Soul Train Music Award actors rock fake as wrestling Dressed bottom to top in leather lookin like bacon in Vaseline How you lookin like beef jerky beefin in every verse but never beefin in person? Randy Savage You wouldn't snap a Slim Jim, you wouldn't rip a wrappin on Christmas in Santa's attic with the hands of Eddie Scissors, and you average Put your, mother-fuckin, hands up! My job is to, move the crowd, move the, motherfuckin crowd Put your, mother-fuckin, hands up! {*scratched*: "I respect that"} PRhyme!